It was as if I had woke up for the first time ,
and saw my morning with closed eyes.
Sweet hills of daffodils amidst thorns and leaves,
gifted with the sweet, soft, brimming brook.
As if heaven was pleased with earth ,
and I was drowned in mirth.
They called me each time though, the flowers bright and blue,
But I had to leave them, true.
My hopes , my dreams and me I know
Cant be cast on you.